The vault
Note: this entry is about the formation of The Basement. It happened years ago.
The bird in the collage doesn’t represent the guardian.
The bird is a representation of our abusers.
It began slowly, gradually
… the building of the vault.
A place inside
… for feelings so hurt.
Each abuse and cross word
… adding to it’s strength.
As the vault grew in size
… more bars were added.
Strong and true
… to contain the rage.
A guardian stood watch
… ensuring nothing escaped.
Shadows formed
… spreading fear and mythology.
Others whispered
… about beings dirty and naked.
Unable to talk
… only capable of destruction.
Deeper and deeper
… in the mind.
The guardian buried
… the vault.
But not so deep
… that those within couldn’t perform.
Critical mass was reached
… one Winters evening.
The vault exploded
… sending debris flying.
Those within were free
… to destroy.
In a rush of rage and memories
… they came forth.
Ready to spew vengeance
… on a body already abused.
Sticking with what they knew
… peace was sought.
The guardian stood by
… watching the destruction.
Knowing it would be
… for naught.
They weren’t yet organised
… he’d made sure of it.
The rage was exhausted
… as quickly as it had sparked.
No longer beasts
… once again children.
He welcomed them back
… into The Basement.
In The Basement, there is no place for childhood dreams and wishes.
That hope was destroyed years ago.
Dreams and wishes are for the good children, not for them. Not for us.
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You shall not pass!
You shall not pass!
You shall not know.
You will never know.
It will destroy you to know.
I will destroy you, before the secrets are told.
This message has been driving my existence for the last week (month?). D. One from my internal Basement has drawn, what can only be described as, battle lines. There’s no give, little communication and no trust. She’s said several times that she hates the rest of us, and has apparently sworn at Allison – not something that I would do.
The problem… We’re getting closer to her secrets, or the secrets in The Basement. This has been deemed as too dangerous for the system by D. One. This is a Polyvore set done last night to prove the point.
What surprises me, is that it looks rather tame in comparison to some of the other works that have involved her (for example D. One). But, it more clearly shows the dissociative wall she is protecting.
As an aside, she was associated with fire and a serpent in the last set, but now it’s birds and trees?
Last week, it became obvious what she will do to protect that wall. It wasn’t pleasant.
As a result, the mother is now staying with us. Those of you familiar with this blog, will know that the mother has a tendency to grate, annoy and trigger different parts of the system. She was psychologically abusive and neglectful during my childhood, and parts felt betrayed and hurt by her. Saying that, there are parts of the system who love, cherish and want to have a relationship with her. At the moment, for our safety, she is being tolerated by us all.
I keep on wondering what all of this activity by D. One means… Reflection is my key to healing and understanding. But yet, I find it almost impossible to reflect on the actions of the past week. I find it difficult to put them into context. If D. One was so stead fast in her rules of no more secrets being shared, why was a young one allowed to talk to Allison on Friday? It doesn’t make sense. Admittedly, there were no secrets shared, it was a very narrow flashback being described, but I’m struggling to make sense of it all.
One good thing about the mother coming up, is that she has again validated some memories, either through mentioning suspicions, or by describing vehicles that were either used, or around during my childhood. I know this is a double edged sword – if she had suspicions, why didn’t she act to protect us? Possibly this goes back to what Paul was discussing when he gave a brief overview of how societies attitude towards CSA has changed over time? Possibly, it’s because we were a white, middle class family? Possibly, it’s because the mother is a nurse who was clinical, rather than emotional and nurturing? All I know, is that it hurts that there were seemingly obvious signs and suspicions, which were ignored. I also know, that this is a similar story for thousands of other survivors.
So where to from here? Well, in just over two weeks, I have an ACC assessment. I’ve been assured by people I trust, that the assessing psychiatrist is good. But, it means describing my dysfunction, past and struggles with someone new. The results of this assessment will determine whether we still will receive ACC funded therapy, or not. We’re expecting to get our funding withdrawn – either because we haven’t shown enough progress, or because ACC will consider us to be better off in the public health system.
This assessment is what is destabilising the system. This is what is ramping up D. One’s activities… The difficult part, is that even once the assessment is over, it could take months for the results to come through. I’m not sure whether the system can cope with that sort of delay.
On a positive note… Two of my favourite blog distractions at the moment are DogHouse Diaries and Message with a bottle. As a warning, the first is a sarcastically funny take on relationships, and the second is a photo diary by a stay at home father of post-it-notes to, and about his son. I add the warning, as I know many of us struggle with fertility issues…
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